All The Ways We Touch [BxB]

fifty - dessert pt. four

A/N: this contains explicit mature 18+ content that can be skipped without missing out on plot

Before getting off of his lap, Jamison pulled Elliot's shirt up over his head and then removed his hoodie and shirt as well, leaving them both in their underwear. Grabbing his hands, he pulled him up and attached himself to him again, lips mashed together and hands wrapped around his back as he guided him towards the bed, trying not to stumble as they clumsily moved together.

When they got to the bed, Jamison pulled Elliot down on top of him, one of his hands roaming down his muscular back, and the other digging into his hip.

As Elliot laid over him, he could feel how hard Jamison was against his thigh and he knew exactly what he wanted, and he was sure that Jamison wanted it too, not that he was going to say it.

"Elli," he breathed, breaking their kiss, "do you want to fuck me?"

Elliot's eyes went wide as he nodded, his face flushing beet red as he looked down at him. After what had felt like an eternity with Jamison, it was finally happening, and it made his already shallow breaths all the more rapid in anticipation and nerves.

There was his surprising bashfulness again. "Elliot," he said, that sharpness in his tone. "Use your words."

"Yes, I want to fuck you, please," he whispered, his dick getting harder. God, he loved when Jamison spoke to him like that. "You really want me to...?"

"Do I want you to what?" Jamison asked, a devious glint in his eye. Even though this would be their first time, he couldn't help but be demanding. It wouldn't be nearly as much as usual but he had to be true to himself and the more he had thought about in the past couple weeks, the more he'd realized that he'd never be able to fully be passive, and he was certain that Elliot wouldn't want him to be either.

Truthfully he hadn't been exactly sure what kind of sex Jamison wanted and it had made him nervous, the same with his lack of experience, which had made it very difficult to even get into a proper mindset. However, now he knew, at least for this time. "Do you want me to fuck you?"

Pulling his face down, Jamison kissed him and nodded. "Fuck yes," he murmured. "I'm beyond ready. I'm excited."

Elliot could feel that. Tingles rained through him as he kissed him again, the thought of enjoying such intense intimacy nearly overwhelming him and sending him into a flurry of anxious thoughts. Fortunately, he had something else to focus on. "I want to get you off first," he said. "Please?"

"Please what?" What Elliot was asking was obvious but he wanted to hear him say it, he wanted to see his face redden and hear all the cute little noises he made when he was being bossed around. "What're you asking to do, Elli?"

A soft whimper escaped him as he looked down at Jamison. "I want to suck you off," he said, his face and groin burning so hot that sweat broke out across the back of his neck.

"Then get on your knees," Jamison said, gesturing to the side of the bed. Elliot had been very open with exactly what he wanted to do and he wanted to give it to him, which matched perfectly with what he wanted to experience and do for him, too. Two pieces of one perfectly complementary fantasy.

Elliot got off of him and then the bed, his heart racing as he got on his knees, waiting for Jamison to scoot over to the edge. While he'd wanted to fuck Jamison for a long time, he'd wanted to pleasure him for just as long and he was exhilarated that both were happening and were intertwined.

Jamison situated himself on the edge of the bed, staring down at Elliot. "You look good on your knees, Elli."

"Thank you," he nodded, his eyes locked on Jamison. Kneeling in front of him was making him so hard that he his underwear had quickly become a prison, the fabric harsh against how sensitive he was becoming. Reaching down, he adjusted himself, trying to find a way for it to be more comfortable though it was moot when there was no more space to be found.